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Excerpt from The White Lady (Ladies in Time #2) by Beth Trissel w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @BethTrissel

The White Lady

by Beth Trissel

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GENRE:   Ghostly Holiday Time Travel Romance

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BLURB:

Avery Dunham has always been ready to follow her friend, time-traveling wizard, Ignus Burke, on incredible adventures. This time, though, she has serious misgivings. It’s just one week before Christmas, but she cannot get him to change his mind. The usually cool and collected magic-wielding leader is wholly obsessed by the portrait of the White Lady whom he is bent on rescuing.

Almost as soon as they begin their journey, it becomes clear their mission is a trap.

Avery was right: this adventure is not going to be like any other.

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Excerpt Three:

What had Mrs. Burke said about the smell of black magic? An acrid scent clung to the portrait. Avery could practically taste the bitterness on her tongue, and she’d scarfed the last dollop of Guy’s chocolate mousse. The chocolaty sweetness should linger, not this fetid whiff from the fumes of Mordor.

A slight exaggeration, perhaps, but the disagreeable odor went beyond the mustiness associated with the age of some things, mostly old books. And this was no antiquated leather-bound volume. Paintings didn’t generally reek. Had she grown more sensitive to the smell, or was the proximity of the portrait the reason she was affected? Or something far more ominous…

When/if they returned from this journey, she planned to toss her Highness into the fire, unless Mrs. Burke still objected to destroying the painting. Ignus was too entranced for a reasonable discussion. It was like Invasion of the Body Snatchers with him. Not entirely. He wasn’t deranged, but not himself.

Maybe if she hadn’t known him before his bewitchment, she wouldn’t be as aware of the alteration in his personality. He used to be a lot more fun.

She sought Stan’s reassuring presence. His hair might change color, and he didn’t need the glasses he wore to enhance his geekiness, but he remained steady.

“Here goes nothing, or freakin’ everything,” she said.

He eyed her from beneath his brown bowler. “Something, for sure. Whatever you do, for God’s sake, don’t blink.”

Her jaw dropped. “Not the Weeping Angels again? Are you thinking what I am?”

A smile twitched at his lips. “Great minds.”

“Don’t go there. Nothing could be worse than them.”

All humor faded from his face. “Never say never.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Married to my high school sweetheart, I live on a farm in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia with my people and furbabies. An avid gardener, I grow herbs and heirloom flowers and use them in my stories. The rich history of Virginia, the Native Americans, and the Scots-Irish are at the heart of my inspiration. My English/Scots-Irish ancestors were among the earliest settlers in America. I write historical romance set in the colonial frontier (The Native American Warrior Series), and the American Revolution (The Traitor’s Legacy Series), colonial American Christmas romance (A Warrior for Christmas) Georgian England romance (Into the Lion’s Heart, the time and place of Poldark). Some of my historicals have ghosts and paranormal in them. I also write Young Adult shapeshifter, fantasy romance (The Secret Warrior Series), and New Adult paranormal time travel, time slip romance to the Scottish Highlands, the American Revolution, the Civil War, WW1.. (My Somewhere in Time and Ladies in Time Series.)

 

The White Lady is available in Kindle at: https://www.amazon.com/White-Lady-Ladies-Time-Book-ebook/dp/B075XBTY1J/

 

And in eBook from all major online booksellers.

 

Author Beth Trissel’s Social Links:

 

Blog–One Writer’s Way: https://bethtrissel.wordpress.com

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Amazon Author Page where all my books reside:

https://www.amazon.com/Beth-Trissel/e/B002BLLAJ6

 

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Happy Book Birthday to Time War by Amanda Kay w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @amandakay_books

Title: Time War
Author: Amanda Kay
Genre: Young Adult, Time Travel Romance
Published: January 17, 2017

**The First Time Travel Book From Amanda Kay**
**Suitable for 15+ with parental approval as the book does contain some language**

What if you could travel back in time?
What if you met the love of your life in the past?

December 20, 1961
Well, I am officially heading to Vietnam. I’ll leave for basic in just a few weeks and then it’s off to another world. My mom cried when I chose to enlist. It’s not the most popular decision in some places, but other places aren’t my little town. Here, I’m a hero. Here, I stand for something. My only wish is that I get to see her before I leave. It’s weird, I’ve described her to everyone but no one knows who she is. To me, she’s mine, but I know there is a story she’s not yet ready to tell me. I’m glad she’s in my life, though, because she’s gotten me through some rough times. Well, that’s my story today. KJ
When Willow Davidson is suddenly uprooted from her big city life and tossed into a small town, she struggles to find where she belongs. That is until she finds his journal and suddenly, finds herself in the past. 1958 to be exact. It’s there in the past that she meets Keagan. He’s handsome and funny. He captures her heart, but they are fighting an uphill battle. She’s from the present and he’s from the past, but the time war they face doesn’t stop her from falling in love.

 


Excerpt Copyright © 2016/2017
Amanda Kay
It had been two weeks since we moved into our new house. I still didn’t know anyone. Mom and Dad said that was because I spent my days sulking; maybe they were right. I was sitting in my room looking around, when I realized I had barely left this room since we got here.
“You’ll never make friends this way,” I scolded myself.
I decided it was time to mingle. I walked downstairs and outside at the same time as my neighbor. She looked about my age, so I walked toward her driveway. “Hey,” I called.
She looked my way and waved, “Hi.” I smiled at the return greeting.
“I’m Willow,” I called, not as loud since I was now closer to her house.
“Lydia,” she replied. A car came speeding down the road, stopping in front of her house. “Got to go,” she waved before jumping into the car.
I sighed as I watched it speed away. “That went well,” I mumbled, returning to my house and my room. This was bullshit. I wanted to go back to my old city.
Sitting on the bed, I debated calling my Aunt Kari. Surely, I could live with her. Then I could attend my high school, with my friends. I absently looked around my new room. It was a nice setup, much like my old room, but it wasn’t my old room. A loose floorboard caught my eye.
“Great, the house is broken,” I chuckled, leave it to my parents to buy a house without looking at it up close. I got up and walked over to the loose board. If I pulled it up, I could show Mom and Dad how wrong this house is.
Under the floorboard was an old leather book. I pulled it out, Property of KJ. Sitting on the floor, I opened it. Who was this KJ?
July 22, 1958
Well, it’s official, high school begins in September. I’m not looking forward to it at all. I really couldn’t tell you why either. I’m fifteen and nothing about this life excites me anymore. I’m not really living. Isn’t life supposed to have a purpose? I’m not sure what mine is.
That’s my story today,
KJ
I sighed, I knew what this KJ felt like. What is my purpose in life? Before the move, it was friends and boys. Makeup and clothes. Malls and movies. Now, I wasn’t sure. Closing the journal, I carried it over to the bedside table. Maybe a nap would help.
I only closed my eyes for a minute, but when I woke, it was late afternoon. Damn, I didn’t want to take a nap. I walked downstairs, the house was quiet. “Mom, Dad.” They didn’t answer. I glanced out the window and their car was gone.
Oh well, I walked out the back door, anxious to explore the area around the house. I walked down the pathway and noticed a pond, but my parents had mentioned that. What caught my eye about the pond was the guy sitting on the edge of the pond.
“Hello,” I called out freezing my steps as he turned around to face me. He frowned and I wasn’t sure why.
“Hi,” he called back and I walked toward him. He looked around my age, which I thought was nice. At least I’d make a friend.
“What are you doing on my property?” I asked, not sure why that tumbled out of my mouth first. Smooth, Willow. Bite the guy’s head off.
He frowned more and scratched his head, “Last I checked, it was mine and I don’t have a sister.” It was my turn to frown. His?
I looked around and tried to think of a response. “KJ?” I questioned barely above a whisper. It was likely that he didn’t hear me.
“That’s what my friends call me. I’m Keagan,” he smiled.
“Willow,” I rasped. Where was I? What year was it? “What year is it?” He stared at me and then broke into a roaring laugh. I felt so stupid.
“1958, same as it’s been for seven months.” He was still laughing hard so his words were breathless.
“Oh God,” I gasped and his laughing stopped. When I chanced looking his way again, he was staring at me with concern. His green eyes searing my heart.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” How did I answer that question?
“I’m new in town,” I muttered quickly.
“And somehow, my property became yours?” He smirked.
“It’s complicated,” I dismissed. How the hell did I end up in 1958?
“Well, it’s a story I’ll look forward to,” he smiled.
“One day,” I said softly. He continued to smile at me and then he patted the ground next to him.
“So, Willow, how old are you?” I laughed at the simplicity of his question. This felt unreal.
“Fifteen and you?”
“Fifteen.” I nodded and he took my hand, “You’ll be going to St. Paul, right?”
I swallowed, “I will.” It was an honest answer, right? That was the school I would be attending but not until 2016. God, what the hell was this?
“That’s cool.” He smiled as he took my hand. My heart stuttered and began to hammer in my chest. I ran my other hand through my hair. “I won’t bite, Willow,” he whispered.
“Maybe I will,” I shot back, hoping to calm myself down with some banter.
He laughed again, “I doubt that.” He dropped my hand casually and I was able to exhale.
“I should be going,” I muttered, quickly standing.
“Yeah, okay.” He sounded sad and suddenly I felt guilty.
“Are you okay?” I asked, looking down at him.
“I don’t really want to talk about it,” he dismissed.
“I understand.” He smiled at me again and I smiled back before turning to walk away.
“Will I see you again?” he called after me.
Would he? “Maybe I’ll visit in your dreams,” I chuckled.
“I’ll wait for you there,” he answered and my heart raced again.
“Bye, Keagan.” I waved and then trotted off quickly. I could feel his eyes on me, so I went around to the front of the house before entering. Racing to my room, I scooped up his journal and flipped through the pages. The blank pages.

I am a Paranormal/Fantasy Adult and YA Romance Author
(M/F, F/F, & F/F/M stories)

I am a Florida girl at heart, but since getting married I have lived in Washington, South Carolina, and our latest move Connecticut. I hold a B.A. in Multimedia Journalism with a minor in Political Science from Florida Atlantic University in Boca Raton, Florida.

Writing is something I love and since I am blessed to be a stay at home mom I thought I would try my hand at getting the stories in my head out and see how far I could go. I tried a few years ago to go through a Literary Agency, but it went nowhere. The self-publishing market was just starting to get hot so I self-published two books mainly for family and friends. I then discovered the world of New Adult. I wanted to stick with my paranormal roots and began thinking up story ideas that took on not only a paranormal element, but a fantasy element as well.

So, that is me in a nutshell. I am a little crazy and simple and I love my life and my family.

 

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Playlist from In Her Own Time (the Bean Books #2) by Christine Potter w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @chrispygal

inherownti0me1lIn Her Own Time

The Bean Books, #2

 

by Christine Potter

 

Romance/Time Travel/Suspense

63K, Evernight Teen Publishing

 

Summer 1970: Bean Donohue’s sixteen, she’s finally got a good band together, and she’s crazy in love with her artist boyfriend Zak. She’s also about to get the coolest summer job ever, and her impossible mom’s conveniently out of town. 

So why does she keep ending up in 1953…or 1779?  And who’s that guy with the black ponytail and the Kent State t-shirt?  He knows way too much about her.  Should Zak be worried—or should Bean?

Buy Links:    Evernight Teen    Amazon    ARe

Evernight Teen:  http://www.evernightteen.com/in-her-own-time-by-christine-potter/

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Her-Time-Bean-Books-Book-ebook/dp/B01IW9XZ8E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1469553563&sr=8-1&keywords=In+Her+Own+Time+by+Christine+Potter#nav-subnav

ARe:  https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-inherowntime-2079169-152.html

 

 

14+ due to sexuality and adult situations

 Excerpt:

Bean found herself alone, just outside the house. The air was sharp. Tall trees that had just been in full summer leaf were suddenly bare, and smaller than they’d been seconds before. Bean tried to peer back in through the kitchen window, but the lights were off, and she couldn’t see anything. She stood in her side yard, sometime in the past. It was happening again…

And It was enough of a shock that she didn’t even know how she felt. She’d been glowing from the night before with Zak, happy to have had Sam pound on her door with music and laughter. Bean stuck her hands in the pockets of her thin blue cotton robe, and looked up. The sky looked like early afternoon: pale sunlight behind a thin, high layer of clouds. In front of her house, underneath the living room windows stood three overgrown barberry bushes. Bean had never seen them before. The ground was hard and cold, and she was barefoot.

Alrighty, thenDamn it. Lately, Bean had been perfectly fine with life in 1970. What year is this supposed to be? She had no idea.

Zak said love is always why this happens, she thought. But then she felt the happiness beginning to leak out of her. If Zak were right, why had she slipped backwards just now? She had a whole June weekend to spend with him, feeling nothing but love…and now, this.

It made no sense. All she could do was watch, deal, and try to keep warm.

It really was pretty chilly. She tried jogging in place to warm up, which helped a bit. Her toes were soon numb, though.  After a few minutes, a black car with big, round bumpers pulled into the driveway and clattered to a halt. There was the rasp of an emergency brake being set.  And Beans father—very young, and too thin for his thick, grey winter coat—got out of the drivers side. Bean put a hand over her mouth, and watched as he ran urgently around to the passengers door. He yanked it open.

“Can you make it?” Bean’s dad called into the car.

“Of course I can make it,” said her mothers voice. A high-heeled shoe and a nylon stocking-covered leg emerged. Then came the rest of Bean’s mom, wearing a brown tweed overcoat and a floppy green beret. She walked a bit unsteadily, clutching a bundle of white blankets wrapped around a baby, which began to wail.

“Sh-sh. Sh-sh-sh,” said Julia as she wobbled up the walk. She stopped when she got to the front door.

“You wouldn’t happen to have remembered the house keys, would you, Tom?” she called. Tom patted down three pockets in his coat before something jingled. He rushed a key into the lock. Then he looked back at the car. Both its front doors now stood wide open, and he sprinted back down the walk toward them. Bean sucked in her breath hard, taking it all in. Was that her days-old self,crying, inside the house? Sixteen-year-old Bean felt a little weepy, too.  It’s 1953, then, she thought. Just after my actual birthday. Wow…

The wind blew and she shivered.

 And then there was a hand on her arm. 

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Book 1 in The Bean Books series

is now available:

Time Runs Away With Her

Evernight Teen  Amazon   ARe

 

PLAYLIST:

 

In Her Own Time is even more full of music than Time Runs Away With Her was!  Zak and Bean get involved in a radio station and have access to tons and tons of  1970’s best tunes. Here are just some of the songs in the book.  

 

Summertime—Janis Joplin—A great old live performance–https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bn5TNqjuHiU

 

 

Chestnut Mare—The Byrds—a really cool video from German TV back in the day.  Check out the floating gal DJ in the short shorts!  — https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9cINH9yob4

 

 

Big Ted—The Incredible String Band—the single from their album Changing Horses— https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opYiUmSFv24

 

 

Evil Woman—Canned Heat—neat pics— https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSlEqsFVcX8

 

 

All The Tired Horses—Bob Dylan— from Self Portrait.  This is Bean’s favorite track on the record— https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDaUoilvtoA

 

 

You’re Probably Wondering Why I’m Here—Frank Zappa with The Mothers, from Freak Out! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Q1xRZERXlM

 

 

Venetian Boat Song—Felix Mendelssohn—This is the song Julia, Bean’s mom, plays the most on the piano— https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBIOSL9sdR0

 

 

The Maple Leaf Rag—Scott Joplin—Bean’s mom learns to play this when her new boyfriend, Tone brings her the music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=reI43yUCaUI

 

 

Volunteers—The Jefferson Airplane—this was THE album of 1970.  It gets played at the WPOK July 3rd party: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxA3Q96a8XE&list=PLmMCb94_M1AmBCMYnNn72OdQRdPMSqTAw

 

 

In The Court of the Crimson King—King Crimson—Zak and Bean listen to this on WPOK on the way home from the July 3rd party— https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvCmtHDDuu0

 

 

Ohio—Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young—Paolo, a DJ at WPOK who becomes friends with Bean and Zak, was at Kent State during the protests that ended up with the National Guard killing four students there— https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68g76j9VBvM

 

 

The Only Living Boy In New York—Simon and Garfunkel—Bean plays on guitar this constantly in In Her Own Time, and Suzanne and Sam work out a great arrangement—  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJGSHMgbB0E

 

 

Talk About A Morning—Buzzy Linhart—  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_tbhsDL3VA

 

 

The Driving of the Year Nail—Leo Kottke—Crow tries to gift Bean with a copy of this album after using it as background music for an ad she makes with him—  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kv_ffps5J1k

 

 

Do You Believe in Magic?—The Lovin’ Spoonful—Suzanne has a crush on John Sebastian, a member of this band.  Great track—   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDYNuD4CwlI

 

 

St. Stephen—The Grateful Dead—Bean’s comfort music for a tough ride home—

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AtVtx6H738

 

 

Ice Cream Phoenix—The Jefferson Airplane—The last song in the book!  Check out the closing lyric.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocmBA1OEn2o

 

About the Author:Christine Potter

Christine Potter lives in a small town not far from the setting of Time Runs Away With Her, near the mighty Hudson River, in a very old (1740) house with two ghosts.  According to a local ghost investigator, they are harmless, “just very old spirits who don’t want to leave.”  She doesn’t want them to.

 

Christine’s house contains two pipe organs (her husband is a choir director/organist), two spoiled tom cats, and too many books.  She’s also a poet, and the author of two collections of verse, Zero Degrees at First Light, and Sheltering in Place. Christine taught English and Creative Writing for years in the Clarkstown Schools.  She DJ’s free form rock and roll weekly on Area24radio.com, and plays guitar, dulcimer, and tower chimes.

 

All purpose me on FB: https://www.facebook.com/christine.potter.543

Series FB page: https://www.facebook.com/beanstravels/

My blog: http://chrispygal.weebly.com

Twitter: @chrispygal

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/chrispygal/

 

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